Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Women are like clothes. Well said.”

Sharon cackled sardonically as tears began to trickle down her face. “Taylor Blackwood, you really are a heartless b*stard. She stayed by your side for decades and even birthed you a child. That’s how you treat her?”

“Every man for himself,” Taylor remarked dryly.

“So, tell me. There’s police surrounding you right now, am I right?” Sharon abruptly questioned. “You’re stalling for time on purpose so that they can use their tracking device to figure out where I am.”

Taylor fell silent and lifted his head to look at the throng of policemen encircling him.

He never knew that his own daughter was so intelligent.

streaming down her face relentlessly. “What benefits did they give you in order for

turn yourself in. Zachary and Charlotte

you treat

nothing but silence on

detest you! I

at the top

as she gripped her phone. She hung her head and cried her heart

she always treasured their kinship. Even at the most critical point in her life, she made it a point to leave

even pleaded with that mystery man to save him. That was why

and barely managed to settle down before she gave him a call to inform him about the money she

father-daughter relationship is supposed to be like? Is that what kinship is supposed to be like? Aren’t fathers supposed to love their daughters the most in the whole wide world? Why is my own father like this? That man is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. All that chivalry was a facade. Only now do I see that he’s actually a self-obsessed scoundrel. It’s a pity my mom never knew that. She spent her whole life deeply in love with a brute like him. If I’d known how things would turn out,

Knock knock knock.

door multiple times. In Ustranasion, they anxiously said, “We might’ve been followed. We must leave

look in her

the meaning of her life was

felt like destroying